Much more flippantly

The wind blew fresh leaves
Across my pale countenance
I did not need that

The trees are swaying
Not as ballerinas do
Much more flippantly

They do not keep time
With human clocks and watches
A different drummer

The storm hovers here
Like an eagle on a cloud
Deciding on prey

Why use tarot cards
When we have sky and sunshine
When we have neighbours?

Sylvia saw a yew
Sylvia , a rook, the rain fell
Feathers gleamed like coal

Oh, Ariel  runs
Sylvia  becomes a myth
Knee and heel, the ride

Into the hot sun
Into the ennobling flame
The alchemy of  fire

Gold from coal dust comes
What good is this to children?
The cauldron bubbles

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